Stories

I was foolishly hoping that my Hotmail account from nearly four years ago was still active. From it, I once sent an email to Lisa about a particularly remarkable diaper-changing experience I had with Brett when he was a baby. I believe I wrote it the day after it happened.

Lisa, do you remember the story I'm talking about? Any chance you saved a copy of that bad boy (he wrote, full of foolish hope for the second time in as many days)?